Veteran Nadine glanced up at the gloomy sky outside the window, picked up the evil eye and placed it on the chair next to the dining table. He tied a napkin to the chest of the evil eye as a bib www.biquge.info then broke off a piece of bread the size of his fist from the dark bread, and drew the knife from his belt to cut off the corner of a round of cheese.

Shoving bread and cheese into Evil Eye's hands, Nadine walked over to the fire and cut up the large piece of bone-in meat.

"I need you to do that for me, Nadine."

"Now?"

"Now."

Having a sleepy-eyed, nine-and-a-half-year-old kid do this always makes Nadine amused, "Why?" Why do I always have to listen to you. ”

"You're from His Highness Israel, aren't you? Responsible for taking care of the horses he left behind and his poor hound. ”

"So?"

"So, his illegitimate child will probably be in your care as well, at least until Israel returns and decides what to do with his illegitimate child."

Staring at those dark and bottomless eyes, Nadine was powerless to refute. He shifted and handed over the thick slice of flesh that had just been cut off, still dripping with oil.

The Evil Eye looked at the bread in his left hand and the cheese in his right, neither of which he wanted to put down, but he looked like he wanted to eat the hot piece of meat too. Nadine saw his dilemma, shrugged, and placed enough meat for an adult on his plate.

"Are they still those numbers?"

"As always, Nadine." The evil eye didn't lift his head, he stuffed the bread and cheese into his mouth as much as he could, so that he could free his hand as quickly as possible, the smell of the meat had already shrunk his stomach into a ball.

For a moment, except for the sound of gulping bread and cheese, an unusual silence and accord filled the room.

Removing 9 ounces of blood, 5 pairs of fingernails and some hair from a recently deceased man was not a difficult task for Nadine, who was lined up almost every day to be executed.

"I'll be back before you're done eating." These were Nadine's last words before leaving.

The cells where the death row inmates were held were not far away, and Nadine tread the gravel path with a cautious pace. In retrospect, in this huge palace, it was as lonely as I imagined to be with a kid. The deposed and exiled prince, the valiant and ill-fated His Highness Israel, almost everyone knew that he would never return, and the old king Yolande would not agree, and the new prince Vincent would not tolerate it.

As Israel's most loyal squire, Nadine vowed to raise his illegitimate son and teach him to be a man worthy of his father's honor. Of course, this is all wishful thinking on the part of Nadine, because it has not been officially recognized by the royal family, and the illegitimate child still does not even have a name. And his physique is very weak, weak like a weed struggling in the wind.

But it can't be denied that this is a very evil boy. Nadine took it upon himself to give him an unofficial name, the Evil Eye. Not only because of those black bottomless eyes, but this child also has certain talents that can be considered perverted by anyone. Nadine believes that it is the legendary ancient original wisdom, which is as innate as hair and is rooted in his head.

When he arrives in the Black Prison, Nadine only needs to pay 2 silver coins and gets what he wants as usual.

But something happened today, the old executioner Nadine knew drowned in his vomit from drinking overdose last night, and Nadine was blackmailed by the pile of fat in front of him.

"What? 6 silver coins? Damn it. ”

Nadine looked at the black jailer farther and farther away for a moment, then grabbed the fat man's greasy collar and pulled him out of the way.

Now that even an executioner dared to blackmail him, Nadine was not really surprised by this. He simply continued to accept the stranger parts of his job with a military attitude, such as dealing in his own way with a lewd fat man who smelled of dead fish in a dark dungeon.

"Get up, you filthy and obscene pig, stand against the wall. Even if I don't kill you, I can make you suffer. ”

The new executioner in the black cell, although fat, at least looks young, with a short black thick beard.

Not only was he angry at the sight of Nadine's fist, but the expressions that came out of the flesh were even almost interesting smiles, and he stared at Nadine, his smile getting bigger and bigger, and finally he burst out laughing.

"Good fellows."

Finally he said, "This lord does look a lot like the deposed prince's bodyguard, doesn't he?" Hahaha, gods above, who would believe that the once famous and self-loving Nadine Guards would have such a hobby? Or who is Nadine, who no longer has a master on the surface, doing these shady things for? Should I report to the Black Warden or report it to the ......Temple?"

Without listening any further, Nadine, who was pinched to the point, chose to loosen the collar of the other party and empty his own money bag.

In fact, there was no huge amount of money in the money bag, and the fat guy in front of him was like a crow flying to snatch the bread cube that had fallen on the ground, and quickly picked up the 5 silver coins on the ground.

"Oh, 5 glittering and beautiful heads of the goddess of wealth, even the evil spirits that wander the cemetery will be tempted by her." At the sight of the silver coin, Tam's eyes shone like copper ore, and from his intonation, he didn't seem to care about the threat that Nadine had just made to him. "Hehe, my name is Tham, Lord Nadine, we have met before, of course, I won't remember your identity, it was all a few years ago, and you were like that at that time......"

Nadine's face was gloomy, and he kept squinting slightly.

Later, under the guidance of Tam, in a dark stone chamber, he saw a young corpse.

The deceased was dressed as a waiter, with obvious strangulation marks on his neck. He was said to have been hanged for stealing a few olives from the sacrificial family.

"Hmph, just one sacrifice, not even the chief priest, can exercise the power of the king in the name of the gods. Is it true that all the mercy taught to them by the gods is eaten by dogs? ”

Compared to Nadine's disgust-filled tone, Tamu's voice was as steady as his movements, "The death of this attendant is not the fault of some divine servant or sacrificer. Believe me, the gods are the gods because they are not merciful. ”

9 ounces of blood, 5 pairs of nails and some hair. Throughout the process of collecting materials, Tamu's hands are very fat, but they are very dexterous. Even though he wasn't wearing gloves, it was just a little blood stain on the fingers of his right hand.

"I think you're at least a smart guy, Tam." Having got the materials, Nadine said that he was about to turn and leave. "A smart man who can manage his mouth well will live a long life." He glanced back at Tamu as he raised the remark.

So when Nadine and the Evil Eye told the whole story, the Evil Eye suddenly stopped halfway through eating, still holding the plate in his hand, and looked at Nadine, and then the tears were almost laughed, "I really didn't expect that the shrewd and capable guard officer Lord Nadine would also have a time to be deflated." The other party turned out to be a lowly executioner. ”

“…… Hehe, you have been deceived Nadine, so that the black warden will not believe the words of an executioner, because he cannot tell you any purpose for collecting these materials, and the false accusation will be cut out of the tongue. And in this kingdom, everything is spoken by status and status, you are a soldier with many medals and bracelets of military merit, and the difference in status compared to an executioner is not a star and a half. He also threatens you to report it to the temple? Believe me, Nadine, he doesn't even want to enter the temple door. Because whether it is a divine servant or a sacrifice, even if you talk to him for half a word, it will make them feel that it is blasphemy against the gods. ”

Gradually, Nadine's piercing eyes took on a wild look. As the Evil Eye further explains, Nadine is finally provoked by the new executioner in the Black Cell.

"I know what you want to do, but there is no point in assassinating a lowly executioner other than to cause us unnecessary trouble." Evil Eyes glanced Nadine up and down, smiling with a hint of interest that was not appropriate for his age. "You can let this cunning executioner go for now. Right now, I need you to do one last thing before I can heal my crippled legs. ”

Hearing the 'crippled leg' from the mouth of the evil eye, Nadine had a look of pity that might have been on his face, but that look quickly faded away, leaving only a little displeasure on his face. He glanced back at the evil eye and stood there straight, waiting for the next command, as if he were a soldier among soldiers.

"Go find a lively tavern and a woman with a wide enough hips, and wait until tomorrow morning to come back."

If it weren't for Evil Eye's earnest tone, Nadine would have thought he had misunderstood.

It wasn't until he was stunned for a while, when he realized that the evil eye was still staring at him, and it wasn't a joke, that Nadine replied without interest, "Is that all?" Are you sure? Hehe. Well, if you want. ”

Nadine's tone was bittersweet and bittersweet that he had never heard before, and the evil eye choked and laughed, "Just as you show your military spirit elsewhere." Accept discipline and live for your duties. Tonight, don't be curious about the way I can heal myself, and don't worry about my safety. For the sake of the gods, go out and do some exercise, don't hang around in this cramped room, and let yourself relax for a while. ”

Nadine nodded slowly, taking the advice.

Although he knew that the evil eye was right, the pride of the military and years of depression still made him can't help but protest: "You know, if His Highness Israel can't return, these so-called disciplines and duties are useless to me. I obey his will to take care of you, and in fact, only His Highness Israel is my master. As he left, Nadine's expression was a little cold.

Evil Eye shrugged helplessly.

Even a loyal 9-year-old boy with a disability who has been serving for a long time will feel frustrated?

Nadine's implication was clear, and it wasn't the first time he had seen himself with the skeptical eyes of a soldier's training.

Not everyone can willingly obey an illegitimate child who doesn't even have a name for a long time, even Nadine.

However, for the evil eye, he didn't even know who to explain it to.

Because no matter how you interpret it, it will be a web of secrets that no one can know to this day.

Even if you write all your secrets on paper, will it only bring disaster and fire to yourself?

Maybe!

As for the memories of this body, the memories of the evil eye can be traced back as far back as when he was 6 years old. As for his memories before the age of six, he was a different person, and the Evil Eye recalled everything in his head, and it was all related to a surreal-like spirit game.

Middle-earth

"Do you want to be a lord, a commander?"

"Want to be a hero, a professional?"

"Raise your game now and your dreams will come true!"

To this day, the Evil Eye remembers the publicity for the Middle-earth game. The so-called spiritual experience of surreal games is to lie down in the game warehouse, let the consciousness enter a virtual world generated by surreal simulation, give the user a virtual body, and then provide a simulation of the senses such as vision, hearing, and touch, so that the user can observe and experience all things in the entire three-dimensional space in time without restrictions.

Don't be a warrior, don't be an archer, don't be a knight, choose to become a wizard, in the second month of the service, reach the silver top and become a dazzling star, all through their own hard work and sweat.

As for taking advantage of the game's bugs, stealing the [Dark Ring] from the body of the dungeon boss, and permanently embedding it into his own item attribute board through some kind of near-cheating means, this is a feat that can only be successfully completed by luck and the slim chance of being struck by lightning.

It's just that even the Evil Eye himself didn't expect that the serious consequence of affecting the flow of the entire game and causing the final collapse of the game system was to make him travel to a world of sword and blood with declining magic, and possess the body of a royal bastard.

……………………

Looking at the pile of data coming out of his body in the mirror, I don't know if this is a benefit brought by crossing.

Name: Evil Eye.

Age: 9 years old.

Race: Human.

Attributes: Strength 1, Agility 1, Constitution -6, Intelligence 10, Perception 10.

Item: Black Ring [Seal] (Negative impact in ununlocked state, Constitution -6.) ）

Faction: Order Chaos.

Class: Level 1 Civilian.

Status: Weak (item effect: wilted muscles in both legs).

Vocational Skills - None.

Personal Expertise - Mental Concentration, Unforgettable.

"Hehe, such data is really weak enough. Even the little black foal in the stable next door is stronger than that. ”

The Evil Eye talks to himself, and so far, he has also found that he can see data analysis weaker than himself, whether the other party is a human or an animal.

After Nadine left, the Evil Eye dragged the black, heavy box out from under the bed with great difficulty. He began to pant and leaned against the wall, his face covered in sweat.

"The culprit of all this is the sealed Dark Ring, and the negative impact of this prop is really bad enough. Fortunately, all this can finally be over today. ”

When I opened the chest, there was a skeleton inside, mixed with materials from hundreds of dead people, and they looked shocking. From the corners of the mouth of the evil eye, a reassuring arc was outlined, as if he didn't smell the disgusting smell, "With 10 points of intelligence and the [King Bones] needed for the first class change, you can officially become a wizard." The only thing to pay attention to next is that the seal of the Dark Ring will be automatically lifted after obtaining a class. ”

At this point, there was a faint worry in the eyes of the evil eye, "This is a real world, after all, it is no longer a surreal game, and I don't expect to be able to obtain any magical power of the Ring, as long as I can eliminate the influence of the Ring on the body." ”

After all, the three years of hard work have not been in vain, and now, the materials for lifting the seal of the prop are all ready, only a little more.

In the surreal game of Middle-earth, Evil Eye remembers that the prefix of a spell for a Tier 1 wizard is, "I gaze at the darkness of the night, the dim moonlight, the sharp coldness, the blood-soaked land, and sleep the rhapsodies of war......"